tensity. "Miss Yujin," he said again, his tone suddenly more serious. "What brings you here today? What seems to be the problem?" Yujin swallowed hard. She'd been trying to

ust wanted to figure out why her life was spiraling out of control. She opened her mouth to correct him, but before she could, the doctor asked another question. "Does this subconscious influence affect your ability to eat, drink, or cause any feelings of aggression toward others or objects?" Yujin was taken aback. "Aggression?" She repeated, shaking her head. "No, not at all. I've just been feeling... overwhelmed, I guess." The doctor watched her carefully, then nodded as he jotted something down in his notes. "If this started just a couple of days ago, and you haven't had any violent thoughts or a drastic change in behavior, then I can't really keep you here for much longer. What you might be experiencing is your subconscious trying to create a defense mechanism-one that's manifesting as this. ' Guide' in your dreams, guiding you through a tough period. It's not uncommon for people to create such mechanisms in times of stress, but if this persists for more than a couple of months, we'll need to evaluate you more intensively." Yujin's mind raced. A defense mechanism? This system is just... was from my subconscious? She wondered The doctor's voice softened as he looked at her, sensing her unease. "For now, Miss Yujin, I think the best course of action is to monitor how these dreams develop. If there's no major behavioral shift or physical symptoms, it's not something that warrants immediate concern. Just... try to relax, and if you feel like things are getting worse, come back and we'll assess further." Yujin felt a surge of frustration rising in her chest. This isn't just a dream, she thought, her mind screaming with the need to say it aloud, but her lips remained sealed. The 'system'... it's driving me crazy. For a moment, she paused, her thoughts slowing down as she tried to process what the doctor had said. Subconscious coping mechanism-was that really it? Could this be a product of her own mind, a way for her to deal with something deeper? She had always he